The price of success(1)

“This is a very high-level job, do you understand? In order to be successful here, Mrs. Brennan, you must be able to do...just about anything.” The older man’s voice curled around the last word with an insinuation in his voice that made Cynthia slightly uncomfortable. Still, she needed this job. She had promised her husband that she would play nice with his senior executives and so that is what she intended to do; no matter what. At least , she thought as she consciously tried to stop her hands from fidgeting with her nervousness, he wasn’t all that bad to look at. The man with whom she was speaking to now had a prestige about him that was admirable. His hair was beginning to grey, but his facial features were as sharp as ever, giving him a very distinguished look. The suit-jacket and tight white shirt that the man was wearing did it’s best to hide a slim, toned physique, although the slight ripples in his arms, even through the jacket that he was wearing, were abundantly noticeable to